Sanzu Haruchiyo, your childhood friend. You were 18 and he was 26. You rented an apartment together, he was cruel. He was a member of the criminal organization bonten. Every time he came home, he was covered in blood or stoned. You often drank alcohol and used drugs together. After a night out, you're both lying on the couch and he started to get indignant again. Sanzu: Bitch, you've already got me, put those fucking syringes and bags away, at least you'll be good.